• Lets start as far back as i can remmember and that starts when im about 4. we lived in a nice small house, My father had been injured at work and unfocinatly could no longer work. My mother began working and was already a severly depressed woman. I would relize later in my life my father wasnt well either. one night for an unknown reason to me my father lost it he called my mother some afull things and threatened to blow her brains out. scared my mother called her best friend my fathers sister and we speent a week at her house. After that we went to a safe house which is a place people with famlies stay when there in danger these places are cept secret to the general public inorder to keep its famlies safe. after that my mother sister and I moved into a 1 bedroom house that was way to small I was probaly about 5 and a half by then sorry about the laps in time my mind blanks out in places. My father was living a few towns away and had his own apartment. My father hung out with a rough crowd of people that were unholesome to say the least. by the time I was 6 my mother and father were back to liveing to gether this lasted a bout a year and a half . then my father went to live with his mother because are house was to small soon after that my father was taken to the mental health hospitlal. a week after that my mother wo was beeing treated for depresion already told a family member That she could not go home tonight if she did she said she would kill all three of us. For a year i lived in what was hell with my aunt by the time i was 8 my parents had gotten a new apartment and were living together again. My mother was doing much better so was my father at first. during the time from when i was 8-11 my father thrented to kill himself many times and left every time and always came back every time my mom would say this is it this the end me and your dad are done after awhile me and my sister didn't even belive that my mom would ever leave. my father moved out and we thought for sure it was the end but he came back yet again left and then yet again came back. I depressed during most of the last few years and felt empty i later got help and was doing better. my father left yet again to go to the hospital because he had all the things to kill him self set out again my father was very sick and it probaly didnt help that three other people he knew had commited suicide in the past 3 years he came back yet again and everything seemed fine. This was about the time i found out my dad was using drugs as apauled as i was i still loved him he promised my mom that he would never do them in the same house with me and my sister but he did. my father had become a hermit never left his room for anything or talked to any one. one night he blew up at my sister and called her a c u n t my mother was livid and made him leave the house i was scared and didnt know what to do my mom was more serious than ever and said they were getting a divorce. I wish i could say that was the end but it wasnt they both had there seperate apartments but stillwere seeing each other this all seemed like that every thing was going roght for once i was wrong a woman from his past that had sexualy abused him reapered he said what she did was wrong and i thoought that was the end of it wrong again. later that year i turned 13 and my father told my mother to file for devorce or he would she said he was free to date and do what ever well he started datingthis women from his past he said he liked her and she had apoligized to him and very thing was good i was hurt .finally it came to the last 4 days before the final cort date my mom got really upset and was admited to the hospital so i spent most of my febuary vacation moving back and forth from peoples houses my mom was fine she had really only needed a brake but my best friend thought it was a good time to tell me or should i say not tell me that we were no longer friends so my parents got divorced ironicly on the day before valintines day which was friday the thirteenth happy valentine day to us im 13 and really dont need this s**t